Excuse my french.

You are more than some accidental house fire. You are a fucking arson with the children still asleep, naive in their beds. You
are the shitting poison pumping up my veins until they raise from my flesh and burst pus that sizzles on the lines of my straighteners. You,
the bastard-married son who fucked my ear holes with his cock and fucked my pussy with his lies. You daring little shit.

That's all I have to say.

So anyway, the skies are rather black today.

Fucking wanker.

I've got something to put in you, a microchip to frazzle your brain, darlin' you'll never be the same.

Take the chip
you are better as a robot.

You are better paralysed.
You are better when no one can sniff up your lies. You are better
when the sun rises and you realise
what a cunt
you are.

Cunt. Cunt.
Cunt. Shit.
Fuck.
Suck.
Pluck my eyeballs
out with your hunt.
You are fucking loving it.
Dick.
Sick
with memories I can't shift.
Never forgetting to never let the man in.
You are the Devil incarnate if ever I met him.
What was I trying to save? A scum runt never made a man.
Cunt.